Four Lyrics of Sara Teasdale

Evening, and all the birds
      In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
      For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,
      The few first stars are white,--
Oh let me like the birds
      Sing before night.

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things;
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell;
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And, for [the]1 Spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

[Give]2 all you have for loveliness;
Buy it, and never count the cost!
For one white, singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost;
And for a breath of ecstasy,
Give all you have been, or could be.

The moon is a curving flower of gold,
   The sky is still and blue;
The moon was made for the sky to hold,
   And I for you.

The moon is a flower without a stem,
   The sky is luminous;
Eternity was made for them,
   To-night for us.